Chicken Head

The moral here, is don’t go out on Halloween, in Downtown Philly, with a giant chicken head on, in this city, they will beat you down. I know of what I speak, this happened with a friend, talk of a disadvantage, he just couldn’t get that damn head off, those Philly boys were out for some fun that night, all the better, at the expense of someone faceless, from the Halloween Holiday crowd. Never again, not long after, my old buddy got a permit and a Glock, a smart guy, with a short fuse and a well developed sense of what is right, lucky for all of us, a good guy. Years later were at Home Depot, his business is art, we’re there to buy supples, we come across some confrontation between a shoplifter and security, the thief was snagged, he told the guard that he was powerless in the situation, that he wasn’t a cop, that he had no gun, that he could do nothing. It was about this time, my friend stepped up, he stepped in, pulled his glock, told that thieving goof ball, but he could, as he smacked the crook to the ground, laying that glock upside his head. Everyone around this action was surprised, the guard, the thief, myself, and anyone else who was in the area. This was all just a bit dicey, he knew he shouldn’t pull a gun, blame it on that short fuse, quickly he brought the guard around, turned over to him, the situation to control, we had to get out of there quick, cops were on their way, my buddy could loose his gun permit over this kind of stunt, that permit was important in his business, I’ll tell ya, there were lots of times working, where I felt a whole lot better, knowing he was close by, watching from the sidelines, armed. So all these thoughts came back the other day, as I saw an image of a gorilla with a glock, I’m on an east bound train, with a Federal Marshal, we talk a bit, I ask him what he knows, what he thinks of the Polanski situation. Boarding the train in LA, I see this guy looking like a twin, to an old friend of mine, they both ride big motorcycles, they both, I find out, get their service at Bartels’, someday these guys are gonna run into each other. This U.S. Marshal tells me, the Polanski case was his, that for four years, he was on the trail, that several times he was close, that Polanski kept slipping away.